Matt arrived at the Slave Office early. He had been informed over the phone that he'd have to arrive at 10am, where he would sign the legal papers of ownership, be debriefed, and then Frank Castle would be transferred to his ownership personally. It was 9:35, and Matt stood in front of the Slave Office, staring at it.
He tried to take in what he could from the place. It was a tall office building. It was heavy brick and there were few open windows, so he couldn't get much from it as far as sound went. There was a light chattering, but it was all innocent office chit-chat and nothing more.
He entered the building slowly.
"Mr. Murdock!" said a warm, male voice. Matt could tell that the man was sitting at a desk until his arrival. Upon Matt's arrival, the man walked over to him, got close enough, and then shook his hand. "You're early. My name is James, Mrs. French's personal assistant. I'm glad that you're here so promptly. We can take care of some of the paperwork now."
Before Matt knew it, he was seated at a glass table, signing piles of paperwork. James had to read most of it to him, but Matt knew he was telling the truth and reading accurately. He signed the documents, his own heart pounding so hard that it nearly leaped out of his throat.
"Mr. Murdock, this next form is asking about slave discipline," James said quietly. "You stated on an earlier form that you've never owned a slave, nor has anyone in your immediate family. Can I take that to also mean that you've never had to discipline a slave?"
"That would be correct," Matt murmured.
"We are going to strongly recommend that you take our Discipline 101 class at the local community college. It's held twice monthly on Sunday nights. It goes over all of the basics - implements, methods, legal ways that one can deal with a slave that crosses a line. Though, I am sure that with the amount of training Castle has been through, he will cross very few lines."
"I will look into it."
Soon, the lovely Mrs. French arrived. She walked over to Matt shook his hand again.
"Hello Matthew," she said, voice unnaturally warm and friendly. "I hope that James has been treating you well. I'm afraid we weren't able to get Braille copies of our documentation fast enough, but I'll be having an entire manual sent to you later this week."
"It's no problem," Matt said evenly.
"Good!" she replied, that fake warmth never leaving her tone. "James, is he ready to have his slave brought out now?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Perfect. Follow me."
Matt followed her down the hall to a meeting room. Inside, he detected a desk and chairs. She took him by the arm, rather rudely, and guided him over to one of the chairs.
"Please have a seat. I'll be right back."
Matt sat in the little room, with only his own breathing to listen to. He was honestly scared. He wasn't sure what Frank would be like when they dragged him into the room. He wasn't sure that he was even remotely capable of dealing with such a thing.
Then, he heard footsteps. There were heavy, confident heeled footsteps and the shallow steps of a man, a slave guard. Dragging between them were quiet, barely there footsteps, accompanied by a racing heart.
That was Frank.
The door opened and Matt heard Frank go to his knees.
"He's spent the last week being conditioned to have full understanding that you are his master," the woman explained. "He may be a bit skittish at first. You'll be perfect for your new master, won't you, slave?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
Matt paused and stared a moment. Then, the woman put something in his hand - a lead that was nothing more than a short dog leash. Matt pulled on it tentatively and felt Frank's large mass move towards him on instinct.
"Are you ready to go, Matthew?"
Matt nodded.
"Yes, I do believe I am, ma'am."
"Do you need help hailing a cab?"
"Yes, please," he said, and without another word, he and the woman, along with Frank, walked up to the front and out of the building.
Fill - The Only Man - 2/? - Frank/Matt - slave!au
He tried to take in what he could from the place. It was a tall office building. It was heavy brick and there were few open windows, so he couldn't get much from it as far as sound went. There was a light chattering, but it was all innocent office chit-chat and nothing more.
He entered the building slowly.
"Mr. Murdock!" said a warm, male voice. Matt could tell that the man was sitting at a desk until his arrival. Upon Matt's arrival, the man walked over to him, got close enough, and then shook his hand. "You're early. My name is James, Mrs. French's personal assistant. I'm glad that you're here so promptly. We can take care of some of the paperwork now."
Before Matt knew it, he was seated at a glass table, signing piles of paperwork. James had to read most of it to him, but Matt knew he was telling the truth and reading accurately. He signed the documents, his own heart pounding so hard that it nearly leaped out of his throat.
"Mr. Murdock, this next form is asking about slave discipline," James said quietly. "You stated on an earlier form that you've never owned a slave, nor has anyone in your immediate family. Can I take that to also mean that you've never had to discipline a slave?"
"That would be correct," Matt murmured.
"We are going to strongly recommend that you take our Discipline 101 class at the local community college. It's held twice monthly on Sunday nights. It goes over all of the basics - implements, methods, legal ways that one can deal with a slave that crosses a line. Though, I am sure that with the amount of training Castle has been through, he will cross very few lines."
"I will look into it."
Soon, the lovely Mrs. French arrived. She walked over to Matt shook his hand again.
"Hello Matthew," she said, voice unnaturally warm and friendly. "I hope that James has been treating you well. I'm afraid we weren't able to get Braille copies of our documentation fast enough, but I'll be having an entire manual sent to you later this week."
"It's no problem," Matt said evenly.
"Good!" she replied, that fake warmth never leaving her tone. "James, is he ready to have his slave brought out now?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Perfect. Follow me."
Matt followed her down the hall to a meeting room. Inside, he detected a desk and chairs. She took him by the arm, rather rudely, and guided him over to one of the chairs.
"Please have a seat. I'll be right back."
Matt sat in the little room, with only his own breathing to listen to. He was honestly scared. He wasn't sure what Frank would be like when they dragged him into the room. He wasn't sure that he was even remotely capable of dealing with such a thing.
Then, he heard footsteps. There were heavy, confident heeled footsteps and the shallow steps of a man, a slave guard. Dragging between them were quiet, barely there footsteps, accompanied by a racing heart.
That was Frank.
The door opened and Matt heard Frank go to his knees.
"He's spent the last week being conditioned to have full understanding that you are his master," the woman explained. "He may be a bit skittish at first. You'll be perfect for your new master, won't you, slave?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
Matt paused and stared a moment. Then, the woman put something in his hand - a lead that was nothing more than a short dog leash. Matt pulled on it tentatively and felt Frank's large mass move towards him on instinct.
"Are you ready to go, Matthew?"
Matt nodded.
"Yes, I do believe I am, ma'am."
"Do you need help hailing a cab?"
"Yes, please," he said, and without another word, he and the woman, along with Frank, walked up to the front and out of the building.